Page 41 of Baby Maker

“I know where you’re headed tonight. Enough said. Go shower.” Her gaze focuses on the menu, and I retreat to the bathroom, even though I’d far rather forgo the damn bachelor party in lieu of a private party with Calliope and me. The things I would do to that woman… they’d hear her moans the next town over.

I stroll out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, feeling somewhat calm after jacking off in the shower like a college kid. Hey, a guy has needs, and a raging hard-on is not what I want to lead with.

“Look at you. You clean up well.” Calli lays sprawled across the bed, flipping aimlessly through television channels. She gestures for me to come closer, and I waste no time closing the distance between us. “Now, don’t have too much fun tonight,” she teases, her fingers straightening my collar.

“Not to worry. I’m not a huge fan of strippers.” I am, however, a huge fan of this woman’s hands on my body. It might be an innocent gesture, but my dick is geared up for round two.

“Does any woman believe you when you say that?”

“It’s true.”

“Right. Every man hates tits and ass in their face.”

“I have no issue with tits or ass in my face. I’m just particular with who those tits and ass belong to.” I stroll across the room, grabbing my coat. If I don’t leave soon, my cousin will have to pry me away with a crowbar.

She settles back on the bed, a saucy grin crossing her features. “Any particular tits and ass you’re eying this weekend?”

“You know damn well the answer to that question.” I’m trying to be a gentleman. Honest to God, I am. But if this gorgeous minx utters one more deliciously sexual comment, all bets are off.

“Well, I did wear my lacy lingerie.”

That’s it. Game on. I toss down my jacket and march to the edge of the bed. As I lean over Calli, I forgo asking permission as I fumble with the buttons on her shirt. I’m tempted to rip the damn thing from her body. Anything to feel her skin under my palms.

“What are you doing?” Her voice is breathless, but she isn’t stopping me.

“You’ve teased me with it for days. I want to see you. Up close and personal.”

She raises to her knees, shooing me off. “Then wait a damn minute. You can rip my shirt off, or you can watch. I guarantee the second option is a ton more fun.” Calli grasps her hair clip, letting that cascade of auburn waves tumble down her back. Her fingers undo the remaining buttons as she lets the material slide down her arms.

Her ivory skin glistens in the low light, her ample breasts threatening to spill out over the top of the burgundy lace bra. She grasps the front clasp, popping it open, and with the finesse of a burlesque dancer, slides it to the side, her hands cupping her tits.

Holy fuck.

Calli winks at me, biting that pouty lower lip. “Strippers aren’t the only ones with moves.”

I grasp her wrists, locking them behind her back. “When I get back, you’re showing me the rest. You’re showing me everything.”

Her lips brush mine, a hint of the champagne evident on her breath. “Depends on if you’re good or not.”

I claim her mouth. That delightfully dirty mouth that I’ve been craving since that medical dinner. I lave my tongue against hers, placing my fingers in her mouth, moaning when she teases them with her tongue.

Pulling her flush against me, I knot my hands in her hair, desperate for more of her eager kiss. She holds nothing back, her hands gliding along my hips, beckoning me to play.

I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my damn life. I break away from her mouth, trailing kisses down the column of her throat. “Trust me, Calli. I’m very good. Want to place a bet on how many times I’ll make you come tonight?”

“I’m counting on several.”

Holy fuck, this woman is hot as fire. Ducking my head further, I tease her nipple with my tongue, trailing kisses over the top of her breasts, sucking and biting at her pale skin. “Get this skirt off. I want my head between your legs. I want to hear you scream my name, Calli.”

“Only if I get to return the favor,” she whispers, her hands knotting in my hair, holding my mouth flush against her skin.

The knock sounds so loudly at the door that it reverberates through the room. I jerk my head up, trying to collect my thoughts.

Who the fuck is bothering me right now?

“Hey Keegan, let’s go. The limo is waiting on you.”

With a huffed sigh, I rest my head on her shoulder. My cousin, also known as the groom, is on the other side of the door. “I need an excuse to make him go away.”

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